Before the before
of star-danced light
and rippling time, before
there was what is now,
in the after, in the bang and crash
of stellar flare and dust, there was
a time of infinite possibilities–
our meeting, or fate? All that was before,
leading to it. In the crash and bang of bodies,
and give birth to others. And in the after,
the wonder of infinite possibilities,
chances we take, paths to follow, as the light
of the past twinkles on future dreams.
For dVerse, where Peter asks us to think about turns in poetry.